Li Tanhua was watching the sword fight between the two attentively. Suddenly, someone gently patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Li Tanhua, are you watching the show? You are so fascinated?"
"Go, go, you kid, stop making trouble!" Li Tanhua knew that it was Tie Kunlun who was coming without turning around.
"Hey, isn't it? It's been a long time since we last saw each other, and I don't think you can turn around and look at me, brother?" Tie Kunlun said.
"Why am I looking at you? You are so good-looking!" Li Tanhua turned around, and the first thing he saw was not Tie Kunlun, but a woman in white behind Tie Kunlun.
The woman was sitting on the horse, looking at him intently.
His heart was shocked and his legs were weak. He grabbed Tie Kunlun and whispered, "Kunlun, pinch me hard and see if I'm dreaming?"
"No need to pinch me, you are dreaming." Ling'er smiled and said, "Daydreaming."
"Tui'er, are you okay?" Thousands of words were turned into such a plain sentence.
"Tui'er is dead." Ouyang Cui said softly, "The soul has traveled thousands of miles away and came to find you."
"Ah?" Li Tanhua's heart stirred, and the zhenqi on the monk's robe exploded instantly, sending Ling'er and Tie Kunlun around him flying out.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Tie Kunlun was knocked out of Lao Gao, and he somersaulted and landed next to Qiu Changqing, grinning at him, "Hello, hero, that man is crazy."
"Hello." Qiu Changqing said to me, you look like a madman.
"You are short-sighted." Xiao Xiangyu rolled her eyes at Tie Kunlun. Those who are close to Zhu are red, those who are close to Mo are black, and those who are close to Xiao Chen are all crazy.
"Huh?" Tie Kunlun looked at his words and immediately realized something was wrong, "Could it be that you two are having an affair?"
"Who is it?" Ling'er was relatively light, so he was extremely high due to the shock. He floated in the air for a long time before falling gracefully. Hearing this, he hurriedly came over to gossip, "Who is having an affair with whom?"
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But isn’t the big gossip over there?
"Ling'er, Kunlun, you two, stop talking nonsense!" Baili said hurriedly, "That woman is..."
"She is Brother Tanhua's dream lover." Ling'er said to Qiu Changqing, "Fifth Senior Uncle, Xiaoxiangyu is also your dream lover?"
"Huh?" Qiu Changqing didn't know how to answer this for a while. It was a very sensitive question.
"Ling'er, can you please stop saying a few words!" Baili shouted.
"Okay, why not?" Ling'er said with a smile, "I just hope that all lovers in the world will eventually get married. It was destined in the previous life that we should not miss the marriage. Sister Jianjia, do you think I am right?"
"Sister Ling'er, is that Ouyang Cui?" Su Jianjia asked in a low voice. In fact, she was quite gossipy.
"No." Ling'er shook her little head like a rattle, "Ouyang Cui is dead. She is Ouyang Yuhua, the feather that emerges, the flower that explores flowers."
"You are talking nonsense again, she is obviously..." Baili Xin said you are fooling the devil, I still don't recognize Ouyang Cui?
"Shh..." Ling'er looked around furtively, "Don't tell others, okay?"
The other person is naturally Xiaoxiangyu.
"Ah!" Xiao Xiangyu didn't listen to them, but continued to watch the battle intently, and suddenly let out a soft cry.
However, he saw that the sword energy that filled the sky suddenly disappeared. Liu Shengqiyun was stunned, standing on the spot, motionless. The tip of Shangguan Wuji's sword was pointed at his throat, vibrating continuously.
"Oh, Wuji, I didn't say I wouldn't let you kill people!" Ling'er was surprised.
"I didn't kill him." Shangguan Wuji took back his sword, and there was indeed no blood on it. He scratched his head and looked confused, "He suddenly stopped moving."
But when the two were fighting, Yagyu Shengqiyun suddenly stiffened like a puppet with its strings cut off, unable to move. Shangguan Wuji almost pierced his throat with his sword, but fortunately he was extremely skilled in martial arts.
, retract and move freely, and when he saw something was wrong, he immediately stopped. If it had been anyone else, I'm afraid Yagyu Qiyun would have died!
"Then why is he dead?" Ling'er wanted to go over and touch his breath, but Qiu Changqing grabbed him. Beware of fraud!
It's not a lie, but it's not a death either.
Yagyu Qiun's body was just as stiff as a wooden man, but he was conscious and his eyes could still move.
The symptoms of a complete obsession.
"What's wrong with you?" Ling'er asked, "Are you possessed?"
Yagyu Qiyun just stared at her, thinking to himself, you didn't know the name clearly, what else could it be?
"If so, just blink your eyes." Ling'er saw that his eyes could move and immediately thought of a way to communicate with him.
As expected, Yagyu Qiyun blinked.
"Why are you so careless?" Ling'er expressed sympathy, "Your martial arts are so high, and your internal strength must be good, so just breathe evenly and break through on your own. We promise not to touch you first."
It's just so particular.
Yagyu Qiyun's eyes never blinked.
"Why can't you break through it yourself?" Ling'er asked.
Yagyu Qiyun blinked quickly this time.
"Oh, that's not going to be easy." Ling'er wanted to help, but her internal skills were mediocre. Brother Tanhua, Qiu Changqing, and Xiao Xiangyu were very powerful, but most of them wouldn't help.
"What nonsense are you talking to him about!" Qiuyue said angrily, "Why don't you kill him quickly!"
"Don't kill. When will this killing come to an end? Alas..." Suddenly they heard an old sigh. Everyone looked around and saw a man with a thin face, a sad expression and ragged clothes.
The hunchbacked old man staggered out of the darkness.
He also carried an old Morin Qin on his back.
"Hey, you, you, you... you are Grandpa Mogan, aren't you dead?" Ling'er had sharp eyes and recognized him at a glance, but he was obviously dead!
After the battle at the foot of Yinshan Mountain, Xiao Chen, Wu Luolan and the others paid homage to the fallen soldiers. After this old man from Mogan played a song of sermons, his lamp ran out of oil and he died.
Ling'er watched his burial with her own eyes and even sprinkled a lot of wine in front of his soul.
"Master!" Hearing Qiu Changqing's heart-rending cry, he fell to his knees with a thud and crawled towards Old Man Mogan.
"Changqing, you are suffering." Old Mogan stretched out his skinny palm and gently touched Qiu Changqing's head.
Qiu Changqing felt sad and happy at the same time and couldn't help crying.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this, so this old man is Li Xuanming?!
If this is the case, then he has died twice!
Baili Qingyun and Su Jianjia looked at each other, walked over and knelt silently behind Qiu Changqing.
"How old are you? You are still like a child, but you are not afraid of the big guys' jokes." Li Xuanming said, "Are these two dolls your apprentices?"
"Returning to Master, I am Master's apprentice Su Jianjia, and he is Junior Master Uncle's apprentice Baili Qingyun." Su Jianjia said hurriedly.
"Oh, very good, very good, very good, very good, please get up." Li Xuanming looked at the new grave next to him and said, "Is this from Yulou?"
"Yes, master." Qiu Changqing said.
"This child is crazy. I don't know if he will understand anything until he dies?" Li Xuanming sighed.
"Elder brother..." Qiu Changqing said, "He has escaped from the devil's path."
"That's good." Li Xuanming nodded.
Two lines of muddy old tears flowed down the frowning cheeks, and fell to the ground bit by bit.